It's always something, isn't it?
It's just a veterinary clinic.
"It's only a picture of the baby, mother," he said.
It's the wolf, I'm sure!
It's about time you spent some money on yourself.
It's the same old wolf that has been skulking around here all winter.
It's not going to be a ghost story?
In one sense, it's a peaceful world: The bully insists on the lunch money of the small kid, who has no recourse but to capitulate.
Choose what you will; it's all the same.
"It's all wrong," said Zeb, gravely.
It's nice, isn't it?
It's wool and is a bit scratchy.
It's winter - or was at home.
"Yes; but it's lots of fun, if it IS strange," remarked the small voice of the kitten, and Dorothy turned to find her pet walking in the air a foot or so away from the edge of the roof.
At last James Hogg said, "It's of no use; all we can do is to go home and tell the master that we have lost his whole flock."
Why is it good when you adopt a baby that isn't yours, but bad if it's yours and you don't give birth to it?
"It's over here," Jonathan said, leading them toward a large shed.
It's such an age...
It's not pleasant, but what's to be done, my dear fellow?
It's been almost a week.
Why, it's Oz, the Wonderful Wizard, come back again!
The fishermen talked in low tones with one another for a little while, and then one said, It's a bargain.
We had a glorious thunder-tempest last night, and it's much cooler to-day.
It's easy enough, however, to say Helen is wonderful, because she really is.
It's Mr. Anagnos's property until it is published.
"It's the saute, most likely," she added with a smile.
Yeah, I think it's more like a miniature rodeo.
I hope it's not that unpleasant.
It's all a trick," said Dunyasha, "and when Yakov Alpatych returns let us get away... and please don't..."
I heard they had the airport cleared for flights now that it's stopped snowing.
Well, it's nice to know where I stand.
"Let me alone; it's not true!" she cried angrily to him.
It's not a case of carting.
It's as the old men have decided--there's too many of you giving orders.
It's heavy, lads--solid books.
It's awful with those sausage eaters!
"Yes, I heard," said he sympathetically, and after a short pause added: "Yes, it's Scythian warfare.
It's all vewy well--only not for those who get it in the neck.
It's not here that men are needed.
Oh, but it's so...
It's not the soldiers only, but I've seen peasants today, too....
They say it's very strong, said Pierre.